In this particular part of the Black Rift, there were no voidal monsters.
Only desolation and stillness lingered.
Above, the dark smoke—that normally covered the sky was thinner, a sign of a disturbance in the voidal energy level recently. So much so that the glowing moon could be seen more clearly from the ground, and its light reached the fractured plains better.
A crimson shade has taken over the moon, barely, but that made the area more eerie and ominous.
Rumble!
Despite the desolation, it wasn't calm in any way.
Separated in a fixed interval, the air quaked, and the ground shook.
A barrage of explosions after another tore through the silence, each detonation pounding like a giant's pounding heartbeat. It came from a long fissure that seemed to hide an evil and powerful being. From it, emerald lights flickered into existence.
A woman with a flowing emerald cloak stood in the air, indomitable and ferocious.
